I'm pretty sure I used that title before but I'm sure everyone will forgive me. So hopefully I'm going back to work in a few weeks. Madi is absolutely awful at night. She's inconsolable. I've taken her to the doctor to rule out anything physical. It sucks. Pretty damn hard.
And of course I'm a fantastic worry wart so I imagine all sorts of scenarios where I'm homeless and miserable. Call it the curse of a child of alcoholics. I imagine children of other addicts can relate. Life is constantly dropping bombs on your head so you learn to anticipate all the bombs. Everywhere. Always.
I am trying to let that go but you try being normal when you don't get sleep. And regardless of sleep you have someone destroying your house everyday.
I know, I know. There are likely people fighting worse battles. I also try to remind myself that I've made it this far. No one's died on my watch. Not counting Siamese fighting fish. Hey he lasted almost 2 years.
But it's like my depression comes and goes. I guess it doesn't really matter. In a few weeks I'll be too busy to worry about stuff. Provided that I get my job back. If I don't I'll look for something part-time. Full-time with Madi is.... Well if she's the honey badger, I'm a fire breathing dragon.